"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I hate not being able to tell anyone
I hate being told I'm wrong, or being laughed at
I hate the stares when they know
I hate being told I'm paranoid because I'm not! It has already happened and I am trapped.
I hate that I'm right and that they all know
I hate not knowing
I hate knowing that they know
I always ask myself if I did the right thing, and everyday I have to see my answer.
every fucking day
and what am I supposed to do?

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